Quotes About Brutality

Trench fighting is the bloodiest, wildest, most brutal of all ... Of all the war's exciting moments none is so powerful as the meeting of two storm troop leaders between narrow trench walls. There's no mercy there, no going back, the blood speaks from a shrill cry of recognition that tears itself from one's breast like a nightmare.

He did not ever mistreat me. But it was no kindness; for I knew this must all end, that I would be returned to the cane fields and their brutality someday. And so I did not allow myself to grow comfortable, but instead scrambled after thermometers tossed in the grass, gathered his dropped scopes, carefully folded leaves into the long wooden box he called his vasculum, feeling each evening only relief that I had not been punished.

The brutality against the Baloch people represents the worst form of State oppression.

Iraqi dictator Saddam Hussein brutally repressed all forms of opposition to his regime, and before the Iraq War, al Qaeda had no presence in Iraq.

I think there's tremendous power in the images we associate with Russian culture and history, these extremes of beauty and brutality that lend themselves to fantasy.

It was my long-held belief that police brutality would increase under the Trump administration.

ICE has only become increasingly militarized, brutal, and unaccountable.

Vowing never to be deluded again, he ordered that a new bride be brought to him each night and on each following morning he had her executed.

If you're going to write about war, which my books are about, wars are nasty things. I think it's sort of a cheap, easy way out to write a war story in which no one ultimately dies.

There was an air of indifference about them, a calm produced by the gratification of every passion; and through their manners were suave, one could sense beneath them that special brutality which comes from the habit of breaking down half-hearted resistances that keep one fit and tickle one's vanity—the handling of blooded horses, the pursuit of loose women.

Dans leurs regards indifférents flottait la quiétude de passions journellement assouvies ; et, à travers leurs manières douces, perçait cette brutalité particulière que communique la domination de choses à demi faciles, dans lesquelles la force s'exerce et où la vanité s'amuse, le maniement des chevaux de race et la société des femmes perdues.

Car la même sensation reparaît chaque fois l'ordre établi de choses est renversé, que la sécurité n'existe plus, que tout ce que protégeait les lois des hommes oub celles de la nature, se trouve à la merci d'une brutalité inconsciente et féroce.

The townsfolk in their darkened rooms were dazed as if by some cataclysm, some devastating earthquake, against which all wisdom and all resistance is of no avail. Such a feeling is produced every time the established order of things is upset, when security is destroyed and everything is hitherto protected by the laws of man or nature is suddenly at the mercy of wild unreasoning brutality.

Ulrich the Axe, famed for his bloody deeds among Christians and pagans alike.

I'll dismember you while you're still breathing. And, in case you're concerned, because it seems like you'd be concerned—you're clearly very caring—I won't miss a lick of sleep or have any PTSD over it. Your screams will mean nothing to me, because I won't give a fuck. Why? Because I'm a cunt. I'm a raving, raging cunt.

Sin, he reflected, is not what it is usually thought to be; it is not to steal and tell lies. Sin is for one man to walk brutally over the life of another and to be quite oblivious of the wounds he has left behind.

Against the background of the War and its brutal stupidity those men had stood glorified by the thing which sought to destroy them…. I

In a colossal bureaucracy run like a nepotistic village, Stalin showed himself a master of personal politics.180 He was the patron of these brutal tendencies but also their personification: he was right when he blasphemously declared in 1929 that 'the Party has made me in its own image'. He and the Party had

War was simply a slaughterhouse on wheels, he thought. For most men, soldiering was tragedy expressed as a profession.

My life would be constrained by the horror and fierce rage that my appearance inspired, but I would know peace as well as fear, tenderness as well as brutality, and even love in a time of cruelty.

The only term I can think of is "bloodlust," because that's what it sounds like when chimps tear a monkey apart. It's not like any other kill you'd ever see, not like when a leopard brings down a gazelle or even sharks rip into a seal. Those are cold, mechanical. Apes go crazy. Hopping and dancing. Don't tell me they don't enjoy it.

Contrary to what we'd hope, good people aren't exempt from violence. Murderers don't give the godly a pass. Rapists don't vet victims according to spiritual résumés. The bloodthirsty and wicked don't skip over the heavenbound. We aren't insulated. But neither are we intimidated. Jesus has a word or two about this brutal world: "Do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul" (Matt. 10:28).

I am truly grateful: for being here, for being able to think, for being able to see, for being able to taste, for appreciating love—for knowing that it exists in a world so rife with vulgarity, with brutality and violence Ã¢â'¬Â¦ And I'm grateful to know it exists in me, and I'm able to share it with so many people.

We cut off their long hair, for I liked to caulk my ships' planks with the hair of slain enemies